You’re as bad as your master,” he muttered, scarce audible amid the sea-sounds. “Worse. At least he didn’t ply his words from a courtesan’s lips.

All this I knew, and yet it was a different thing, to learn it from Delaunay: not stories, but histories. For this too I learned, that a storyteller’s tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day. When I understood this, Delaunay said, I might begin to understand.

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